Daily synopsis: My superpowers are updated every season.

Chapter 1405 The Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King Flees from Little Paris!
He Chen smiled, his fate uncertain.

soon.

A dragon king with a crooked mouth, who also liked to laugh and was extremely confident and arrogant, hurriedly fled from Beijing and headed east towards Paris.

Officially, he was going on a date with his girlfriend in Greater Paris, in the eastern part of the country.

But in reality, he was shocked when members of a mysterious elite team who considered themselves to be at his beck and call, operating in the gray area and doing things for money, were arrested.

Hotel Lobby.

A well-dressed business professional pushing a suitcase encounters a female business professional pushing a suitcase in the opposite direction. The magic of love... As the camera circles around the two of them, the business professional's lips curl into a smile.

It's none other than the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King who came from Beijing!
next moment.

They were already in the hotel's large bed.

Their clothes and shoes were scattered on the ground.

Wearing bathrobes, they lay side by side on the bed, their wallets in front of them, all the money and various cards removed. The crooked-mouthed dragon king, also wearing a bathrobe and with three green branches and leaves stuck in his hair, tossed a bank card into the pile of money with a look of post-coital pleasure.

"Alright, all of Caesar's countless properties are here. I also have a 150-square-meter palace in Beijing, and the mortgage is almost paid off."

"How much is it on the whole?" The woman looked at her boyfriend, who called himself Julius Caesar, and, not being fooled by him, asked the crucial question.

"There are still 30 left!" the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King said confidently.

"So you're just as broke as me, practically penniless after paying off your mortgage," his girlfriend joked with a laugh.

"Don't forget, all great figures came from humble beginnings." The Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King didn't seem angry at his girlfriend's belittling jokes, and boasted that he was a future great figure from humble beginnings.

In the luxurious hotel love room, one of them dared to speak, and the other dared to admit it.

On the highway from Beijing to the Greater Paris region.

A white Volvo was driving leisurely.

"why are you laughing?"

The beautiful woman in the passenger seat was admiring the scenery while occasionally glancing at the even more beautiful view of the driver. So when the driver smiled charmingly, she immediately asked him a question.

"Ding Yan, you're a local of Beijing now. Tell me, what kind of person is considered to be destitute in Beijing?"

The beautiful woman in the passenger seat was none other than Ding Yan, the eldest of the three Ding sisters and the most beautiful Chang'e. She was a little puzzled when she heard He Chen's inexplicable words, but she still thought about it seriously.

"It must be those people who have migrated to Beijing for work."

Although she was a native of Beijing, her father passed away early, and she had three daughters who were raised by her maternal grandmother and mother. There must have been financial pressure.

The second and youngest sisters can live carefree lives, while their grandmother, mother, and eldest sister bear the burden of their lives.

But the eldest child definitely needs to take on the responsibility of managing the household early, contributing to the family and helping the elderly grandmother and single mother support the family.

So even though she's an artist, she never shies away from talking about money, nor does she utter those vulgar, high-minded phrases typical of the industry.

Even though she has always been proud and wouldn't allow anyone to say her paintings were bad, and she wouldn't allow anyone to assign her a theme to paint, she didn't act like an artist, but just a simple painter.

But as long as the money is paid, she is willing to suppress her pride and artistic pursuits and paint according to the buyer's requirements.

She was certainly not the kind of naive young girl who knew nothing; she was a carefree Beijing girl.

She knew how tough it was to be a migrant worker in Beijing. Let's not even go into details.

Because my younger sister wanted to spend more time with this handsome guy, she and my grandmother started a charity event that helped the children of people who had migrated to Beijing for work.

"What about a young man around thirty years old, from a poor family, who has worked hard to own a 150-square-meter house in the western part of Beijing, with a mortgage of 30 yuan left? Would he be considered penniless, or even destitute after deducting the mortgage?" He Chen, who was driving, nodded slightly at Ding Yan's answer and then asked another question.

"What a joke!" Ding Yan was even more puzzled and said speechlessly, "In the western part of Beijing, there is a 150-square-meter house. Even an ordinary house would cost around 10 million yuan. If it's a slightly more upscale one, it would cost over 20 million yuan."

With only 30 yuan left in mortgage payments, it's practically the same as having no debt at all!
Even if you are born into poverty and rely solely on your own hard work, by the time you are around 30, you will have worked for less than ten years.

When you start working, you need to earn at least a million a year, or even more than two million a year. You have to be frugal and thrifty to buy this house from scratch.

This is absolutely the elite of the elite!

No matter where you are!

"Actually, it depends on who you compare yourself to," He Chen said, offering a fair assessment. "Compared to those young people in Beijing who graduate and have to struggle, only to have a billionaire father suddenly appear from overseas, feeding them their meals and making them managers with no work experience, earning 2000 million yuan in commissions from a single project, someone who only managed to buy a 150-square-meter apartment at 30 years old with a 30 yuan loan still outstanding is truly penniless!"
Compared to the only son of the chairman of a listed group company, who has never lacked money since childhood and spends all his time chasing girls, and who has already slept with thousands of women by the age of 25, from middle school to three years after graduating from university, this is even more true!
The definition of the destitute isn't actually that outrageous.

Isn't it? "

"..." Ding Yan was speechless.

Although she is also a native of Beijing, she still has to say that Master Jing is awesome!

Her family was the truly destitute one!

He Chen listened to the video in his earpiece, "Escape from Beijing, in the Greater Paris of the East, and the self-proclaimed poor and great Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King with his girlfriend, who continued to boast shamelessly, his smile growing ever brighter."

Fang Yuantong Wenjie's family, who are over forty years old and have worked hard for ten years, still have millions of yuan in loans to pay off. They wear watches worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan and carry bags worth tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan, but can only spend 50,000 yuan a month. Tong Wenjie earnestly advises her son Fang Yifan to study hard and work hard, saying that they are just an ordinary family, which is actually just putting on a show.

Compared to the destitute Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King, the Fang family was nothing but a starving household!

Seeing that He Chen smiled and didn't continue, Ding Yan stopped dwelling on the topic and continued to enjoy their romantic trip to the Greater Paris of the East.

Originally, she planned to fly there directly to participate in the exhibition and sell her paintings, aiming for a quick and easy trip.

But He Chen's invitation meant that driving there, though a bit slow, was safer. Besides, it was a journey of over 2,000 kilometers, and they couldn't drive the whole way; they could rest along the way and take their time.

If my younger sister Ding Xun knew about this, she would definitely be green with envy and jealousy.

And now she's enjoying it all.

"Time waits for no one! I'm currently at a low point." In a hotel in Paris, Dongda University, the Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King, unaware that his conversation with his girlfriend had caused widespread famine in Dongda, pulled out a ring box and compared it to stocks.

"It's time to buy at the bottom."

"Are you sure it's a low position?" The girlfriend had a strong sixth sense, not to mention she was a seasoned veteran in the world of business. She had a feeling that her boyfriend had been acting strangely lately, so she casually asked, half-jokingly and half-testing.

"Absolutely!" The Crooked-Mouthed Dragon King remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was quite moved.

His recent experiences have truly put him at the lowest point in his life. Compared to his previous feelings of leisurely enjoyment of coming here, this time he feels like a dragon stranded in shallow waters.

However, he has always been very shrewd and believes in foreign ways. No matter what he is like, he must act like a success. Once everyone believes him, he will truly become a success.

This applies to girlfriends who are proposed to and may be getting married soon.

Only a strong him, and an even stronger him, would never let anyone see his weakness or distress.

(End of this chapter)